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…what beats me the most is my heart because it goes where my mind cannot as far as emotion swirls and paints my filters of perception Here traveling with loss as baggage and burden to gate credit for thinking these ways about everything demanding a price of guilt at times being most vulnerable or fragile in approach to all material written or have wrote down before choking on a gradual take on magic that remakes a person’s command over themselves a natural flavor but what is the nature of that flavor when it appears vague and irregular though similar to many other things that humanity takes for granted within a world of substance raw and unyielding these rites of passage that presage some sort of wisdom eliminating subjects as victims to carcino-generous wiles walking paths that have already been written out and finished by other whims than just our own Here, the spasms like orgasms affect the ability to judge and perceive things as being the way they are spun out of place when the web connecting us still is in the midst of being established so that we may not need merely lips and vocal apparatus to communicate as we wish though nothing like reading minds which seems to be very intrusive and invasive to the extreme of eliminating any concept of free will where it is not wanted Here, left feeling the vibrations that thunder and rumble through the body a rippling surge that cannot be ignored even though we do such a great job of trying eventually as the exception becomes the rule as put into laws of flawed whimsy as forced to promulgate among all mutilating factors of a major potentially hazardous source for our fears come to life through lifetimes of mistakes building to some final conclusive push that tears away whatever it was we thought we knew of before the erosion of this dimension harvests the details the collective puts into motion on this plane another membrane in which humans are permitted to pursue their fortunes as dangerous barriers to these individuals begin to fall into place as puzzling pieces do inevitably orient themselves to a kind of fit in the overall pictures as circus circuits conducting what we seek into information that can guide if properly extracted as a utility for others in ringing lessons of what might become consequence if done wrong… situations reconnoiter as patterns to be digested by those choosing to read deeper than face value as counterpoint to covering of the books being falsely interpreted as devoid of knowledge when we all know by now that there is so much to absorb from end to end that it is never an easy task to quantify the already dense information into an easier series of symbols whose context one must compare and contrast relevant pieces to each other especially when solving a particularly impressive query, we use our discovered methods of reasoning and imagination to compel something to the surface sometimes without realizing until later what we have brought to seethe from the beneath where our shadows hide until such a time as is required for the entity to peek through how the words or paint or whatever the medium used displays raw thought and emotion attracted to the themes that one devises a position relative to the reflected access ideas are capable of triggering, tripping over loose threads that threaten to destabilize our hold on reality even when we feel so tethered to something Here unknowing of repercussions to a certain extent without speculating into further depths than this…

thanks, khet_:/